The Mafia's Priced Possession의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

•ISABELLA• A FEW DAYS AGO... “What happened to that boyfriend of yours? I never see him come around anymore,” Sarah asked while we worked our shift at the club. My father had only found this job for me five months ago so I could help around the house, and ever since then, Tom Creed, my boyfriend, had slowly disappeared from my life. “He’s a douchebag who got cold feet when he saw me cleaning the floors the other night,” I said, rolling my eyes. “He came in with his friends and acted like he didn’t even know me.” “So he stopped coming because you’re not working behind the counter anymore?” she exclaimed. “Can you believe it? I still can’t wrap my head around it.” “His father owns a bakery downtown. If he was so embarrassed, he could have gotten you a job there," Sarah protested. “He’d rather I stayed home doing nothing than actually help me,” I huffed. “That’s selfish and controlling. Gross.” “I know.” My heart cracked a little as I said it. I had been in love with him, and

•ANTONIO• I couldn't stop thinking about Isabella, even after she had left. I still thought of the way she moved around my office, and how she seemed immune to my charm. Many women like her never hesitated to throw themselves at me, but she never did. She pretended as if I weren't the man running Atlanta. "Antonio?" Cole nudged me on the shoulder, pulling me back to earth, and I cleared my throat before looking at him. "Yeah?" "Where's your mind, man? We've called girls to dance for us. You can make the first choice about who you want to take home." "No," I replied as I stood up from the couch. "I have something to take care of downstairs. You gents can have all the fun to yourselves." I slipped my cell phone out of my pocket and left. I couldn't stay there and watch strippers while Isabella was possessing all my thoughts. Just when I was about to head outside to my car, my cell phone rang. "Yes?" "Mr. Rodriguez, this is Andrea Albero. I don't know what my daughter d

•ANTONIO• Nothing could properly describe the rage that surged through me when I saw Bella walk past Paul and me with nothing but a towel wrapped around her body. Paul was my colleague, and he had absolutely no right to see my woman like that. The thought that he might have entertained filthy thoughts about her made my fingers itch for my gun, my mind already imagining blowing his brains out without a second thought. When her towel slipped while we were talking, it felt like a bomb detonating right in front of my face. I didn’t even think twice before kicking Paul out of the house, even though our conversation was far from finished. The moment my eyes landed on Bella’s magnificent body, my resolve crumbled completely. I weakened while something else hardened, just like I had the night before when that damn towel betrayed her again. She filled my head with sinful thoughts, making me imagine all the ways I could satisfy her, how she would taste, and the sounds she would make

•ANTONIO• “I’m sorry, man. I didn’t know it was your territory. Please forgive me, and I swear I’ll never do it again.” Giovanni begged for his life as he stood chained to a pole inside my warehouse outside town. This was where I handled my business and where I brought anyone foolish enough to disrespect me so I could teach them a lesson. Many people had died here after thinking they could stab me in the back and walk away clean. Their bodies were buried all around the yard, silent reminders of what betrayal cost. This place also carried older blood. It was where I killed the men who took my parents from me when I was just a boy. “How dare you sell restricted drugs in my area?” I snapped. “Do you want the police sniffing around my back, huh, Gio?” I punched him hard enough to make him spit blood. He struggled to steady himself before answering. “Dante sent me.” I chuckled and leaned back, studying him. “Dante Conti?” Fear filled his eyes as he nodded. “Yes. He said if I didn

•ISABELLA• After pacing back and forth for several minutes, trying to calm myself after signing my life away to Antonio, I finally grabbed my phone and called Sarah. I needed to vent, and she was the only person I trusted enough to listen. Antonio had already left for the club or wherever he disappeared to at night, which meant he wasn’t around to stop me from acting on the plan forming in my head. Sarah answered after the fourth ring, her voice almost drowned out by loud music. “Isabella? Can you hear me?” she yelled over the noise. She was already at the club, and it was 8 PM. “Can you go outside? Please, Sarah,” I begged. There was a brief pause before she came back on the line, sounding much farther from the chaos. “Hey, where are you?” I quietly opened my bedroom door and peeked out to check if Melo was nearby. When the hallway was clear, I whispered. “I’m at Antonio’s place. It’s a long story, but I’ll explain when I get to you.” “Oh fuck. What’s going on?” she asked.